Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Holding her phone, Charlotte felt uneasy. She had a feeling that something had happened to Zachary, so she was hesitating whether she should call him back. However, upon further thought, she decided against it.

A stubborn man like him would not tell her anything even if something bad had happened to him.

However, since he could still call her and declare his dominance, it meant that he was still doing well.

It was better if she did not intervene.

After all, they were not fated to be together.

Sighing, Charlotte placed her phone down and got out of the bathtub. She wrapped a bathrobe around herself, dried her hair in the bedroom and went to sleep.

However, for some reason, Zachary’s figure kept floating around in her mind.

She tried her best to calm down and not think about him, but she could not control her mind at all.

Charlotte only drifted off to sleep at midnight, but she had a dream that Zachary appeared in front of her, his body covered in blood. She widened her eyes and asked him what happened.

Silent, he staggered toward her. Each step he took left behind a bloody footprint.

She wanted to rush over and help him, but she could not move a single inch, as if her feet had been nailed to the ground.

toppled to the ground like a torn ragdoll. Blood flowed out of his

knee, he clutched his head in agony with

“Zachary!”

name anxiously and tried her best to move her legs so

move her legs. She dashed toward him hurriedly, but the ground started to split, forcefully

spot where he was started sinking,

“No! Zachary!”

Charlotte was

she stared at the ceiling while

a strong premonition that something

her phone and was about to call him to check. However, before

agreement. I can’t destroy this truce because of a moment of rashness! Even if

down, collapsed on

a while, her eyes became so tired that she closed them. She kept

in her mind had traveled to

lying on the bed. After finishing

he did when he

church and crash their wedding, his